Hot Coffee (The Hollens) novel Chapter 33

Emma's POV

Sharon and Ethan's mom appeared before my eyes. I was half naked and wrapped up between the covers on the bed.

"I don't believe my eyes," Ethan's mom started as she walked into the room and her eyes locked on me.

"I told you that we'd find her here. Here's the little black prostitute who seduced your son— my fiancee!" Sharon butt in, holding her chest as if she had just swallowed a very large pill.

"You're a shameless maid who'll do anything to get some money, even if that means sleeping in bed with your employer," Ethan's mom said with a hard look on her face. "You're disgusting and you disgust me. I'm giving you five minutes to get up and get out of my son's house!"

I was stunned. So stunned that I couldn't speak. I couldn't wrap my mind around what, and who, was in front of me.

"I said to get up!" her voice echoed throughout the room.

I pulled the sheet around me as I stood. She moved closer to me and Sharon tailed right behind her.

"Now you listen to me. You don't belong here, so don't even try. You think you can just spread your legs for my son and weasel your way into this family? This family has standards that you couldn't even dream of meeting. Sharon is his fiancee and she'll remain his fiancee."

I felt her breath on my face as I squinted my eyes. "Ethan will hear about this," I said  and reached for my phone, but she was already at it.

She threw it to the floor and smashed into it with her heels continuously until it was nothing but crushed glass underneath her feet.

Sharon smirked.

I held my chest to hold back the tears. "How could you? What have I ever done to you?" I cried as I remembered that the phone was a present for my birthday.

"I don't like you. I'll never accept you as my daughter-in-law. So, get out of my son's house and get out of his life or you'll rue this day."

"I can't leave him... I'm p—" but she cut me off with a slap across my face, then another and another. I fell to the floor. 

Sharon moved and pulled me by the hair and threw me on the bed. "You are a very stupid girl. You came here and corrupted my husband and pit him against me while you spread your legs for him. He's not yours. He's mine!"

"I didn't pit him against you. You did that yourself when you tried to steal from him!" I cried out, holding my face while standing and looking at Mrs. Hollen, hoping that she had no idea what Sharon tried to do and, now that I'd exposed her, she'd be on my side.

But the woman only stared harshly at me as if she were ready to kill.

"Oh shut up, you have no idea what you're talking about. What I did, I did for him! He's my fiance!" she screamed.

I covered my ears.

"I've had enough of this!" Mrs. Hollen cut in and then dragged me to the floor. I fell hard on my stomach.

My baby, my poor baby! I was thinking about only my child at that point.

"I told you to get up and leave my son's house. You're not welcome here. He already has a fiancee, you whore!" She held me by my arms, with Sharon at my feet, and they carried me out the room.